Alright I assume everyone has found time
to comeplete their poem?
Except for Mr....Donner
[Laughter]
who has an excuse
[Laughter|
Shaft! Loose the glasses.
[Low giggles from the class]
Alright anyone brave enough to read
theirs aloud?
I will
Lord here we go...
[Walking sounds]
[Ruffles papers]
[Clears throat]
I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme!
[Sigh]
I hate it...
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh.
Even worse when you make me cry.
[Voice breaks]
[Sniffle, deep breath]
[Between tears] I hate it when you're not around.
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
that I don't hate you.
[sniffle]
Not even close.
[sigh]
[Between tears] not even a little bit...
[Voice breaking] not even at all.
[Soft music]